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Dumb Poems

My poems never rhyme. They do come out with a lot of assonance, but I’m not always sure about the “onance” part. So here’s one about September 11 and a few other bad things: It only takes an instant and … Continue reading

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Story of the Glass Box People

Once there was this world, where everyone lived in a glass box. Each box was just a little bigger than each person. When two people would meet, they could see each other. But they couldn’t touch. They couldn’t even hear … Continue reading

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First Official Post

Howdy! This is harder than I’d thought. I had it all planned out. But everything that I type sounds so pompous. Maybe over time, it’ll seem less pompous and more trivial! So, in order to set the precedent of triviality, … Continue reading

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